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Apr 2013
recycle my broken heart
separate the clean from ***** glass
and arrange like so.

Step back, look down.
The anatomy is the same
but the function is different

I have always been this way,
but I have evolved.

I am not a woman.
I am not a man.
I am a person.
It changes nothing,
and it changes everything.

Gently probe these timid valves, soothe their staccato poetry
read the weathered veins like palmistry
I shouldn't feel surprised.
My first kiss was
a girl.

It's not a phase.
It is a circle.
It is a cycle.
mûre
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